The lord is red again

The old man in the picture scroll tasted the pain of being besieged by the gods. Their strength was no stronger than his own. Among them, the representative figure, the Prince of Two Swords, once followed the old man in the picture scroll.

But the moment the jumping magic network and surging magic power were ignited, the miserable howl of the picture scroll old man immediately echoed in the mountains.

The camouflage of its body is like a piece of human skin being torn open.

Ana Zhan ghost rushed forward, biting the arm of the scroll old man, and relied on instinct to start rolling and twisting, trying to drag the opponent into his crazy fighting style.

The attack was so swift and cunning that the "elegance" of the old man in the picture was completely torn apart, dragging him into the quagmire of fighting. With the assistance from around him, the old man in the picture was at a disadvantage for a while.

The nearby beasts were frightened by the sudden war between the gods, and turned around and fled in a hurry, but not all of them. Those huge mountain-like beasts still moved forward tenaciously, as if even the gods could easily trample them.

"What's going on?"

O*O* was confused.

There is a hidden plot, and some people are hiding it but not telling it!

I promised the immortals not to lie to the immortals.

"Listen, the one who was beaten seems to be asking for help."

The undead people who had the courage to approach heard the call of the old man in the picture scroll.

"Save me, immortal, save me!"

He knows the immortals so well that he even thinks that he knows the immortals best in the world.

"I can give you rewards! Give you skills, give you powerful equipment!"

Post quests and give rewards that the undead will never refuse.

The current picture scroll old man looks really miserable. He has the strength of 6th level, but the besiegers also have 6th level powerhouses. The intensive attack is already destroying the terrain like crazy.

In fact, even if the immortals rush forward desperately, they may not be able to help, and they may not even be able to touch the edge.

However, this time the picture scroll old man was disappointed.

Because...a giant with a golden exclamation mark on his head appeared.

Linde Allmann stood there quietly, the huge shadow covering the ground like a black carpet.

Now it is most likely a plot CG, because the gods are fighting.

"The old man who is good at deception is our enemy."

Linde's voice came out.

You NPC versions are still too different. Now, it’s the golden exclamation mark era!

Whoever has this thing on his forehead has the right to speak, and it is a completely unreasonable right to speak.

There may be many people who take pleasure in killing NPCs, and some may choose to resist tasks because of their outlook or facial features. However, when faced with a critical choice, one party will talk empty talk while the other party will have a golden exclamation mark on their head.

Needless to say, 99% of undead people will choose to take the mission and believe in the development of the plot.

The golden exclamation mark automatically expanded and turned into text.

[Mission: Defeat the Old Man in the Picture Scroll]

[Reward: May unlock a certain function]

It may be unlocked, because Lind himself is not sure what he can unlock this time. Everything has to wait until he gets the divine skin of the old man in the picture scroll.

Looking at the old man in the picture who was under siege, an idea came to Linde's mind.

Even if you don't become a god, it's the same as long as you are powerful.

As the game version is updated, the monsters that appear later become stronger. Although he thinks this is not a game world, the current development is completely in line with his guess.

From the earliest old nobles to the current gods, does trapping oneself in a certain identity mean that one is stuck in one's ways?

If he had chosen to completely liberate his old aristocratic power and transform into a monster like Dragon King Kurt, he might have been very strong at that time, but now it seems that his strength is only 3-4 levels at most, and he is not even qualified to become a BOSS.

At least his perspective is exactly the same as that of the undead.

Since even the sleeping gods can wake up, there is no reason that the three gods will not wake up. Nowadays, the gods are not cared about by many powerful people in the Demon Land, but the enemy from outside the sky decades later is a confirmed "trailer" .

In this world, prophecy is a very mysterious ability. Everyone's future has infinite possibilities, but when you accidentally capture a ray of the infinite future, the future will unconsciously move in that direction.

The undead people crossed the wall of flames. Some of them were burned and cremated on the spot because their health bar was too short. Others relied on their physical strength to rush over, and then drank potions on the spot to restore their health.

boom!

The old man in the picture scroll was smashed to the ground, and his body exploded into balls of watercolor, squirming in the wall of flames.

The undead man tried to get closer, but unexpectedly the water color rushed towards him quickly.

One tentacle after another took the initiative to grab the undead man, and suddenly pulled him into the squirming watercolor.

The health bar is cleared quickly, but the watercolor is slowly getting bigger.

"This thing can kill people and restore blood, so don't give it away to the ironies!"

"Use long-range artillery fire!"

"If you have any tanks, please help us fight."

"It's time to know about our knight's father, now he's here!"

The knights whose armors were burning with various magical lights strode forward and inserted large shields of different shapes into the ground. The shields were placed next to each other, merged and connected to form a steel city wall.

Long blades protruded from the gaps.

The immortal can be always crazy and always calm.

The wizard from behind cast spells frantically, rolling fireballs covering the sky.

"Drive them back! We must not let them recover their health, control them!"

"Protect the beast, don't let it be eaten."

The survivors of the Eternal Summer Nest looked at the battlefield, watched the undead go from chaos to order, watched them fight without fear of death, and felt respect in their hearts.

A natural warrior who can remain calm in the face of danger.

And what these warriors believe in now is him, the tall figure.

The collision between watercolor and shield finally came, like the collision between fire and ice, the deafening and sharp friction sound makes people feel how crazy this war is.

A crazy contest between gods and undead, about will, but not only that.

No one retreated, the undead knew about this war very well, they were not the main players in the battle, and holding on without dragging their feet was what they could do.

And the victory of the war should be given to Linde Alman.

The battle line was tightly biting, and the situation was not optimistic. Some undead were fighting against the watercolor army of the old man in the painting scroll, and some undead were dealing with the beast tide.

It was already difficult to hold on. If the gods had not intentionally moved the battlefield to the front of the beast tide during the battle and blocked their crazy advance with the terrifying destructive power of the terrain, the Eternal Summer Nest in the back would have long been reduced to ruins.

The undead were pushed back inch by inch.

Lind secretly said: "There are still too few people who can be used."

Although his power seems to be very strong, he controls a lot of discourse power and has many gods following him, but when facing a truly large number of powerful enemies, he will still fall into a difficult battle.

It is very important to have a group of "angels and knights". Of course, the most important thing is to improve your strength and reach the 6th ring, 7th ring, or even higher.

There is no end.

"Leave it to me!" Lind said in an imperative tone.

He walked forward in burning heavy armor, and his fierce fighting spirit seemed to become the fuel that helped the flames expand more crazily.

The gods retreated.

Lind took a step and rushed to the old man in the scroll with a high temperature.     The soul blade gathered in his palm.

He held the azure sword, which looked like a bridge to normal people, with both hands and stabbed it at the head of the old man in the scroll.

Swish!

The sword pierced the flesh, evading the body's defense and reaching the soul.

Magic damage, soul damage, two-handed sword blessing, flames of melting armor, etc.

Among all the undead watching this scene, some people couldn't help but say: "Here it comes again, the sword of hanging status."

The most enviable thing about Lind is that he has so many passive skills that make people's scalps numb. If he is slashed by other BOSS, he will hang one or two negative statuses at most.

If you know who you are going to face, you can take resistance medicine in advance.

But it's not good to face Lind, unless the undead eats himself into a medicine jar, and it takes too long to take the magic potion, which is a bit of a waste of time, and it will lose the effect when the fight starts.

The sword penetrated the head of the old man in the scroll, and the effect was remarkable.

He is very experienced in killing gods. Unless he is "immortal" like himself, there must be a weakness in his body.

The old man in the scroll suffered a severe blow, his body twisted and struggled uncontrollably, and he completely broke free from control, just like a puppeteer whose fingers suddenly became uncontrollable, and the old man in the scroll was the puppet that began to shake and twitch wildly with the strings pulled by the other party.

Linde twisted the soul blade horizontally.

He saw the old man in the scroll clench his teeth, and the blood of the gods gushed out.

"Hua La!"

The watercolors on the ground were splattered and collapsed, like a bubble that was popped, and the battle line that held the undead was instantly empty.

"What will happen at the end of the story?" The old man in the scroll looked at Linde.

Linde loosened his left hand holding the sword, and then another soul blade appeared, stabbed into the opponent's throat, and nailed him to the ground.

Now is not the time to give a victory speech, and if he remembers correctly, as a god, he usually has a trick that is almost suicidal, just like he once used the power of the abyss to self-destruct.

A terrifying energy really began to surge rapidly under his feet. Linde turned his head to look at his gods, and they also noticed it.

The frenzied energy can't deceive people.

There are many people on the scene who are suitable for dealing with the next scene, because it will only be a big explosion, or there is a small probability that it will be a not-so-glorious mutation.

"Mutation?"

Lind remembered that he felt a "private chat" from something here last time, and he didn't want the bad situation to happen again.

It's just that the situation really began to develop in the direction he didn't want to see.

The old man in the scroll no longer spit out blood, but spit out the energy of wriggling and boiling.

The abyss will seize every opportunity.

Its body is wriggling, twisting and growing in an unnatural way, and the flesh and bones of the head have their own crazy growth ambitions, twisting and twisting to drill out.

"It shouldn't be like this."

The eyes of the old man in the scroll were full of horror.

But the red light of the abyss has begun to occupy his mind, burning people's souls with heat.

"Black Knight."

"Back off!"

Even if it is a god, it is only a 6-ring after all.

This strength is just the highest level that Abyss can discuss cooperation with. It can be seen that Lind's continuous attacks just now gave Abyss an opportunity to take advantage of the situation and instilled a very powerful force.

The body of the old man in the scroll deformed, and the loose outer garment wrapped around his body expanded, and then was quickly torn apart, and more and more terrible twisted tumors and tentacles drilled out from it.

Endless body changes.

Abyss recognized who was in front of him.

The abyss could never forget the bastard who had cheated him of a lot of power. Now the abyss was going to swallow Lind again, and this time he would never let him break free.

Complete enslavement!

But when those sticky and squirming things touched Lind's body, they were blocked by the molten armor on his body.

"Molten Knight?"

Although the roar was vague, Lind heard it, and heard it very clearly.

He was in a good mood.

The full flames began to burn along the gaps of the armor, forming an energy network, layer by layer, making the flames burning on the armor very neat, until Lind took a deep breath, the flames disappeared, leaving only the high-temperature chips spreading high temperature, attached to the armor.

The chest of the armor was empty, revealing the dense emblems on Lind's chest.

The old man in the scroll began to scream, and his strength began to increase. His swollen body knocked Lind away.

Lind turned in the air and adjusted his direction.

The giant fell to the ground, and the earth shook.

"I feel like we are just a background board." An undead whispered to his companion.

"Stop talking and watch the plot."

"I don't know what level of power Laode has. I really want to get a set of the same type. I also want to become a giant."

"Do you think the giant looks familiar?"

"Giant Secapis, I really do look a bit like him."

Lind looked at the outline of the limbs that were already difficult to distinguish, and accelerated the energy of the divine skin.

Must he take over the "giant" to fully use the power of the giant? The demigod is indeed more than a little bit behind. One is to get the authority to use the surface divine power, and the other is to completely integrate the divine power and use it completely.

The swollen body in the distance is already accumulating energy on the body. The old man in the painting is definitely not a character who is good at fighting. He draws a picture and writes some story scripts... Maybe he is not even good at writing stories, because the part of the divine skin that is good at writing stories is in Lind's hands.

A painter whose brain is occupied by madness now has to use brute force to deal with himself. It should be a very interesting scene, but Lind is not at ease at all.

Because he sensed that the other party was bursting with 6 rings of energy, screaming, and accumulating energy.

The screams became unclear, perhaps with crazy laughter in them.

The undead had already sensed the taste of full-screen slaughter and began to retreat quickly. The beast tide also retreated instinctively, and only those giant guys were still madly moving forward.

The terrifying power was released, and the familiar yet unfamiliar abyss terrifying power hit Lind hard with a disgusting feeling, causing his internal organs to twist and his brain to become a mess.

But the good news is that he has no real weaknesses, so this attack will not be fatal.

His body was shaking wildly.

The golden ghost tried to appear, combined into a ghost dragon, and tried to roar against it.

"Roar!!"

As if the power used by the tide came from the top of his head, Lind turned his head and saw nothing.

But there was indeed a dragon roar.

The dragon roar that only he could hear came from the sharp intuition of the dragon knight.

"How many NPCs are hidden in my undead team?"